This Might Be...

[first verse]
I swear i'm lost in the era of versace
Where niggas sell souls to get green and hot
Like wasabi
Mad rappers swear they flow popping like ollies
Talking bout what they slave for, waking up in
Bugattis

Come correct, best believe the bars is tamales
Chronic scriber strike ya, deconstruct ya atoms
Rip your posse
Spit it to split ya like you met the bullets from a tommy
Nigga i'm far from cocky, my team be in the top seed

Nore stretch the beat, flexing it like Pilates
I flow ocean, mad wavy, young monsoon or tsunami
Using the force, to pour audio into ear canals
No shortcuts to the apex, niggas taking the scenic route

Toe tagging, toss bodies to feed into a sea of trout
Deep fried friends who break up grass and they weed it out
Use to be a reject but now easily i receive the mouth
Peacefully residing in clouds, going where no ones allowed

[hook]

Just tryna have a lovely day
Even when things don't go my way
I don't really care what you have to say
Cuz imma be straight, no worries [x2]



Alone mostly, keen to friendship abandonment
Rhyme rambling in a marching band with some manikins
You sparking cannabis?, no thanks, a cig? na
In my room dancing to tunes might hit a pindrop

My grandma likes to greet me in my dreams
Everytime she does, i wanna rest in peace in my sleep
A lost boy who's going to everywhere but the streets
Just tryna find his place when i sit down, they tell me
This not your seat

Fuck societies judgement, pants rolled up
Socks visible, yeah i'm loving it
No McDonalds in my diet though
Tryna make this shit my job, don't want a 9 to 5
Na, no

My heart big but my dialogue on nano
Hoping for the best thinking of everything that i know
With these tracks i'm tryna run home swing for
The fences like Cano
I ain't with the violence, no mono y mono